It's over

  They must have been unknowingly poisoned by Hua Yuezhuang at some point. Moreover, this poison is colorless and odorless, causing even these high-level martial artists to be completely unaware of it, allowing the opponent to escape unscathed without harming their internal energy or physical body.

  Poisonous illusion?!!

  Even the master poisoner in the Cloud Dust Painting's memories might not be able to create such a nearly perfect poison.

  A string of crows flew over the treetops, and a clear, crisp child's voice echoed above everyone's heads: "My mother looks down on you, dislikes you, don't chase after us!"

  Is it necessary to specifically mention:

  Hated?

  Look down on?

  Yun Chen Jing anxiously held her fan and tapped it against the forehead of Ying Mei: For the first time, she had a woman and child dislike him so much.

  He was a talented young man of the previous generation, with unparalleled good looks and countless female admirers. Wherever he went, there were always large crowds of fans, with records of tens of thousands of people waiting for him.

  He absolutely doesn't believe in evil spirits!

  "Let your mother reconsider, I am Yun Chundeng, Cloud Dust Jing, sitting without changing surname and walking without changing name, waiting for your mother to come and be humiliated."

  A thick and mellow voice echoed back and forth in the forest, like a reverberation wall. Huajiu thought of covering her ears to pretend she couldn't hear it, but even that was useless.

  Hanaki's small nose was covered with a layer of dust, and she rubbed it annoyingly. How annoying. A man who came from somewhere, looked as handsome as Kogeki. Mother might be taken away. And the most annoying thing is that the man is actually shameless!

  Huā Yùyán doesn't have as many worries as her son does.

  Whoever wants to die by being shameless and relying on her, she will kick them away with one foot. If they can't be kicked away, she'll kick them to death.

  Attention was soon focused on a small country road that was about to leave the forest. On the road, there was a small horse-drawn carriage, smaller than the one the two men she had just met were riding in, so it could barely fit on the narrow path. However, Huajiu quickly recognized this carriage as also bearing the mark of the County Magistrate's family.

  Even the coachmen driving the carriages could tell at a glance that they were the young master's attendants from the county.

  It was this damned color blindness that caused my sister to almost get on the wrong bus and nearly got into big trouble.

  Hua Yu Yan's anger and resentment had nowhere to vent, so she slashed the little servant's neck with a knife, and he fell straight down.

  The reins were handed over, the horse was reined in, and then tossed back to his son: "Mumu, take care."

  The car screeched to a halt, and everyone inside tumbled about.

  A short and ugly man with a scrawny face, grumbling and cursing as he pushed open the car curtain, one hand pressing against his forehead which had been bumped, furiously scolding: "You good-for-nothing, letting me drive the horse carriage, making me break my head, looking for death!"

  When he realized that the driver was not his personal servant, but a woman in black clothes with a veil, the man pointed at her nervously: "You dare to be so bold, robbing people in broad daylight! Do you know what official my father is?"

  What kind of official is your father, you are a second-generation official. My sister was about to get angry with a mouthful of stagnant air.

  Long and powerful legs stretched out, one leg swept across like a whirlwind.

  The man flew out of the car in an instant.

  Ah!

  Accompanied by a loud scream, the man fell to the ground like an inverted scallion, with a mouthful of mud, his face covered in dust and dirt, his hands and feet trembling like fallen leaves: "No no no, don't kill me! How much silver do you want? You tell me how much silver you want, I'll give it to you, all of it!"

  Sister, where did you say you wanted to rob a bank?

  Draw your sword and I will cut off your vital part with one slash.

  Brush, the silver knife drawn out emits stardust.

  A high-pitched male voice soared up to the clouds with a mournful cry, and after a brief moment, the heavens and the earth were silent, with all things still.

  The purple shadow that followed the sound, upon seeing the miserable state between the legs of the man lying on the ground, narrowed its purple eyes and let out a cold hum.

  Yun Chenjing and Wan Ye sat in the carriage, about to continue playing the unfinished game of chess. Seeing Qing Hu return, he raised an eyebrow: "Have you found him?"

  "Cloud Master." Qing Hu's expression was somewhat difficult to describe as he mentioned the miserable state of County Master.

  "Huh?"

  The green tiger made a few strokes afterwards.

  The cloud dust scene shook, and the cloud child in his hand slipped back into the chess pot.

  Wan Ye's cold and serene eyebrows had remained furrowed since Hua Yu Nian left.

  "It seems that you really are just here to flirt."

  The two masters in front of me, their expressions for a moment, can be compared to the cawing crows on top of their heads.

  This is too humiliating, leaving those two absolutely handsome men unrobbed, and instead robbing that supposedly...

  "Who is more handsome between the two of us?"

  "Cloud Master?"

  The face that had always been confident and self-assured was slightly flushed with anxiety: "I'm talking about the one who was robbed of her color by her..."

  "No, no, no, that man is far uglier than our master, even worse than me..." Qing Hu said, not daring to continue, seeing the two masters' faces in front of him had turned even darker than before.

  The slanting sun fell on the outside of a poor and desolate village at the edge of the forest.

  Under an ancient locust tree, a woman brought a young girl to kneel down in front of Huayu, kowtowing three times: "Thank you, Miss, for saving our lives. My daughter and I will remember your great kindness forever."

  "Hurry up." Huā Xī Yán helped the woman up, seeing that the tearful girl beside her was only frightened and not hurt, and finally felt relieved that she had arrived on time.

  He pulled out a package of silver from his bosom and stuffed it into the woman's hand: "Auntie Wu, hurry up and leave. The farther you go the better, best to go somewhere where no one knows you."

  Punished the lustful demon, rescued Little An, but it's hard to guarantee that the parties involved, Wu Niang and Little An, won't be retaliated against by the evil person again. With just a few people, they can't confront the local forces or the imperial court head-on. Of course, it's best to hide as far away as possible until this storm passes.

  Wu Shu and Xiao Xing accepted the gift from Hua Xiyan, but they were still worried about her: "What about you?"

  "I? Don't worry, Fifth Aunt. I'm useless anyway. They're all from the Hua family. If they dare to make a move on me, they'll have to think thrice. Besides, they wouldn't suspect me in the first place."

  Yes. When she was exiled to this remote village by the Huas, everyone said she was the most useless waste, and that's what all the rumors were about. Therefore, Wu Shu and Xiao Xing were also full of doubts, wondering how she had rescued Xiao Xing from the county prince's hands after he had been knocked unconscious.

  Huā Yù Yán didn't want to explain too much to them. In fact, the less they knew, the better it was for themselves. She urged them to hurry up and escape.

  The fifth aunt grasped Xiaoxing's hand tightly and hastily disappeared at the end of the fields outside the village.

  Hua Yuanyan saw them off safely, turned around and prepared to head home. Behind her, a string of cawing sounds came from the ravens.

  She slightly raised an eyebrow, turned her head to look back, and saw that the crows had just flown over the old locust tree. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she turned her head back and walked towards the small courtyard of her home.

  The majestic and trembling old locust tree, accompanied by the setting sun in the west, swallowed up the daylight. A bewitching fiery red slowly revealed its original appearance among the branches and leaves.

  The edge of the large red brocade hanging from the branch, the seductive red satin embroidered with one after another peony flowers, layer upon layer, as if extending to the other side of the Naihe Bridge.